Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 10,480 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Smeared With Mud And Smelling Of Fried Chicken - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one clearly appearing from out of the 'blue'...
Smeared with mud and smelling of fried chicken,
Can proclaim an innocence,
Of not being involved in a brawl...
At a backyard bar-b-cue.
To then wish to validate their innocence by saying...
They just arrived from a trip they took to remoted islands.
And they have come to report a case of stolen luggage.
Something in this explanation sounds a bit fishy.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 1, 2011


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